| Versione inglese di Peter Struwwel
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K.I.A | ABOUT A DEAD FRIEND |
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Why is everything wrong? Looks like nothing has changed: | Why is everything wrong? - Everything just is like always: |
Vault of heaven, again, the same azure, | The same sky, once again it’s blue, |
The same wood, the same air, the same water, again, | The same forest, the same air, and the very same water, |
Only he isn’t back – killed in action. | Only he didn’t return from the battle. |
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Now it’s late to decide whose account was more sound | Now I can’t understand, which one of us was right |
In our wrangles void of bedtime and leisure. | In those sleepless, restless arguments of ours. |
I have only begun to feel need of him now | I’m only now getting enough rest, |
That he hasn’t returned, killed in action. | Since he didn’t return from the battle. |
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He sang songs out of tune, he kept mute out of place, | He shut up at the wrong times and often sang the wrong lines, |
Speaking far from the point was his fashion, | He was always talking about something different, |
He was up with the birds, he disrupted my rest, | He didn’t let me sleep, he got up with the dawn, |
And, the other day, was killed in action. | But yesterday he didn’t return from the battle. |
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It is needless to say I’m like empty within – | What’s so empty now - I’m not talking about that, |
We’re a duo, it suddenly flashes. | All at once I noticed that we were a pair! |
It’s for me like a fire blown out by the wind, | For me it was if the wind blew out the fire, |
Now that he isn’t back, killed in action. | When he didn’t return from the battle. |
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Free, as if out of jail, Spring is raging around. | Now spring has run off, as if from captivity |
I turn round to him by distraction: | By mistake I yelled at him: |
‘Brother, give me a smoke,’ – in response not a sound, | Friend, put out the cigarette! - But in answer - silence |
He, the other day, was killed in action. | Yesterday he didn’t return from the battle. |
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In a mess, killed in action will never desert us, | Our dead don’t leave us when we are in trouble, |
Our fallen will always stand ground. | Our fallen are like sentries. |
Wild blue yonder is mirrored in wood, like in water, | The sky is reflected in the forest, as if in water, |
And cerulean trees stand around. | And the trees now stand in blue. |
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In a blindage, there’s been room enough for the two, | There was plenty of room in the foxhole, |
For the two, time’s been evenly measured. | Time there slowly passed for both of us. |
All is left but to one. Only there is a mood | Everything now is just for one man... Though it seems to me, |
It is me who’s not back, killed in action. | That it was I who didn’t return from the battle. |